Matt called me on Wednesday when he got home, and said, "What happened to Mae?" To which I replied, "I don't know what you're talking about." He proceeded to ask me if I had seen her or been home to let her out. We had piano lessons after school and I had been out since mid-morning, so I hadn't been home to let her out the past 3-4 hours... not too long for her to wait, but, I guess it's a different story when you're stomach is upset.
He said she was nasty and must have pooed in her crate and rolled in it. I figured that would be an obvious conclusion, if she was dirty and smelled bad also. Needless to say, I was SO excited to get home and walk into my kitchen, which should smell of yummy cinnamon bread like the way I had left it at 10:45 in the morning. Much to my chagrin, my house did not smell of yummy cinnamon bread, but, rather rotten, nasty poo poo smell. I wasn't sure if my Scentbug from Bath and Body Works could even touch this. Be assured, I was hopeful that pineapple orchid would soon overrule this stinch in my house.
Mae proceeded to look at me and jump around in her normal, "I'm so happy to see you", jolly, puppy way. It's a good thing, because she was indeed covered in dry liquid poo-- and she smelled like a dog who had jumped around and laid in liquid poo too. Matt took the old green truck (green beast-- affectionately named by me), Mae, and the three girls to the lake for a couple of rounds of shampoo and lolickling in the lake, while I had the joy of mopping my entire kitchen, wiping out the crate and quickly moving on to supper prep.
I guess it has made for a few laughs and for a funny story for sure. In some ways, it takes me back to the days of two in diapers and one in a pull-up at night. At least we're not in that stage anymore and the baby in our house can be taken out and hosed down or taken for a dip in the lake when she has poo poo issues.